Mal: What if I'm texting about the video?
Lacey: With that booty call opening line? I don't think so.
Mal: You know a lot about booty calls.
Lacey: I do.
Mal: How is that?
Lacey: Not personal experience, trust me. My BFF, Carrie. She's that type.
Mal: And you?
Lacey: I get plenty of action making out with rock stars for the camera.
Mal: Now I feel cheap.
Lacey: What did I tell you? It's almost every day some hot rocker boy is begging me to make our footage a reality. It's getting exhausting.
Mal: I can imagine.
Lacey: Yes, and they don't take a hint either. You know how it is with guys who are artists. They decide you're their muse and they won't let go.
Mal: What albums have you inspired?
Lacey: I'm embarrassed to tell you. They're big and I don't want to make you feel small.
Mal: Trust me, I never feel small.
Lacey: Is that a dick joke?
Mal: I don't joke about my cock.
Lacey: Never?
Mal: What's to joke about?
Lacey: Its whorish ways?
Mal: Those are my whorish ways.
Lacey: To-may-to, to-mah-to.
Mal: I never let my cock take the driver's seat.
Lacey: Not even once?
Mal: Never.
Lacey: Aren't guys supposed to be ruled by their libidos?
Mal: Maybe. I've never done what I'm supposed to.
Lacey: That last Muse album. That was me.
Mal: It was good.
Lacey: Thanks, I thought so.